Submissions by nickbar (Nick Bartek)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Five Cent City
I keep finding you here
Hiding from consciousness
Unsure if this is your hell or my utopia
But we stand together among the hopeless hordes
On the second floor of this crumbling buildings skeletal remains
Peering past where a front wall once stood
Separating miles of ruin from the eyes of the bodies leaning lethargically against graffiti laced walls
I've made my kingdom here
My throne atop mountainous mounds of technicolor rubble emerging from clouds of concrete dust
Kicked up by stuttering steps
There is a three city block gauntlet of...
Hiding from consciousness
Unsure if this is your hell or my utopia
But we stand together among the hopeless hordes
On the second floor of this crumbling buildings skeletal remains
Peering past where a front wall once stood
Separating miles of ruin from the eyes of the bodies leaning lethargically against graffiti laced walls
I've made my kingdom here
My throne atop mountainous mounds of technicolor rubble emerging from clouds of concrete dust
Kicked up by stuttering steps
There is a three city block gauntlet of...
#loneliness
#hope
#utopia
#despair
#dystopian
584 reads
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Andys Garage
Barricaded in a sweltering prison of scrap metal, stale smoke and stolen property
Helicopters circle like vultures
I share my kingdom with the roaches and rodents
Sweat stinging the corner of my eyes where my stalkers dwell
They beat on the rooftop and peak at us through holes in rotted wood
I don’t recognize faces anymore
But i long for civilization
Maybe someday
Helicopters circle like vultures
I share my kingdom with the roaches and rodents
Sweat stinging the corner of my eyes where my stalkers dwell
They beat on the rooftop and peak at us through holes in rotted wood
I don’t recognize faces anymore
But i long for civilization
Maybe someday
#death
#summer
#hell #dystopian
#hell #dystopian
530 reads
6 Comments
Narcan Angel
Crimson curtains spill onto the dresser like the blood spilling down her neck
From dull tipped kisses and pecks
Framed in a murky halo of florescent
Her hair serpents slithering deep down into burn holes in the mattress
Hands exposed power lines humming with electricity
Delicate hollow moans
Punctuate breaths nicotine soaked
Her whispered lies narcan in disembodied tones
Our bedroom door would open and shut
Without our touch
She always had said there was a poltergeist in the apartment
But it was really her
All along
From dull tipped kisses and pecks
Framed in a murky halo of florescent
Her hair serpents slithering deep down into burn holes in the mattress
Hands exposed power lines humming with electricity
Delicate hollow moans
Punctuate breaths nicotine soaked
Her whispered lies narcan in disembodied tones
Our bedroom door would open and shut
Without our touch
She always had said there was a poltergeist in the apartment
But it was really her
All along
#love
#grief
#drugs
#ghosts
#addiction
619 reads
7 Comments
Post Raid Conditions
Christmas lights guide the way up the staircase
Snaking through dirt and drywall all the way up to the top apartment where the door has betrayed its hinges
Black uniforms infiltrated the building like the sun infiltrating the shattered windows
My stomach sinks as I enter the ruins
The impending doom of withdrawal like approaching storm clouds overhead
Doomed like the unborn baby inside the girl that was in this same apartment with me last week
Belly bulging
Needle hanging from her arm
Apartment abandoned like the will to live
Snaking through dirt and drywall all the way up to the top apartment where the door has betrayed its hinges
Black uniforms infiltrated the building like the sun infiltrating the shattered windows
My stomach sinks as I enter the ruins
The impending doom of withdrawal like approaching storm clouds overhead
Doomed like the unborn baby inside the girl that was in this same apartment with me last week
Belly bulging
Needle hanging from her arm
Apartment abandoned like the will to live
#addiction
#prison
583 reads
6 Comments
Ladies Purse Abandoned
I found a ladies purse abandoned to the side of an overpass
Delirium conspiracies controlling my mind
People staring at me like I am a fucking apparition
Talking about me in past tense
Perverse fantasies swimming in piss soaked paranoia
Locked in a vicious cycle of fight or flight
Not sure what’s real anymore
I slept on a bag of cans and bottles under an overpass
Delirium conspiracies controlling my mind
Delirium conspiracies controlling my mind
People staring at me like I am a fucking apparition
Talking about me in past tense
Perverse fantasies swimming in piss soaked paranoia
Locked in a vicious cycle of fight or flight
Not sure what’s real anymore
I slept on a bag of cans and bottles under an overpass
Delirium conspiracies controlling my mind
#loneliness
#drugs
#homelessness
#addiction
#poverty
553 reads
6 Comments
The Astral Projects
Chemicals to awake
Chemical to sleep
For bones disintegrating
And the moments in between
I don't want the stimulants insomnia anymore
Just need it to suppress this undying void in my stomach
As I watch the another suicide in slow motion
An empath too close
Cancer crawling up my throat
To scream it's last cell for you
A choking black mass of unsaid words
Death resents my infidelity
With its long winded torture and crippling seasons
Our time together a sedan kissing an oak tree at a hundred miles per hour
A tragic, violent...
Chemical to sleep
For bones disintegrating
And the moments in between
I don't want the stimulants insomnia anymore
Just need it to suppress this undying void in my stomach
As I watch the another suicide in slow motion
An empath too close
Cancer crawling up my throat
To scream it's last cell for you
A choking black mass of unsaid words
Death resents my infidelity
With its long winded torture and crippling seasons
Our time together a sedan kissing an oak tree at a hundred miles per hour
A tragic, violent...
#love
#depression
#grief
#memories
#nostalgia
586 reads
5 Comments
Shooting Stars and Opiate Blockers
My head casts a morbid shadow on my chest
Like the shadow of a mortician cast over a body lying on his embalming table
You bring me back to those feeling I run from
Your delicate fingers picking my receptors clean
You call my name from the bathroom
But I can’t hear you anymore
Life vanishes from my eyes faster than the makeup laced tears run down your cheeks
Life falls from my eyes faster than shooting stars in night skies
Like the shadow of a mortician cast over a body lying on his embalming table
You bring me back to those feeling I run from
Your delicate fingers picking my receptors clean
You call my name from the bathroom
But I can’t hear you anymore
Life vanishes from my eyes faster than the makeup laced tears run down your cheeks
Life falls from my eyes faster than shooting stars in night skies
#love
#abuse
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
681 reads
5 Comments
The Bluejay
My sorrows on display for all to see
Worn on the smile of every dopeboy in town
No drug can mask the hurt anymore
Blood bleeds right through the first coat of white paint
Shirts sliced to the collar
Bottles of spit and piss encased in walls of flies
The reflection of the dead lady in a white dress
The menacing creaks and moans of a dying home
A home that holds us hostage
We bear the cross of guilt and shame
Megalithic in its weight
Arthritic in its wake
I am a residual haunting afraid of its own manifestation
My...
Worn on the smile of every dopeboy in town
No drug can mask the hurt anymore
Blood bleeds right through the first coat of white paint
Shirts sliced to the collar
Bottles of spit and piss encased in walls of flies
The reflection of the dead lady in a white dress
The menacing creaks and moans of a dying home
A home that holds us hostage
We bear the cross of guilt and shame
Megalithic in its weight
Arthritic in its wake
I am a residual haunting afraid of its own manifestation
My...
#love
#heartbroken
#death
#drugs
#addiction
756 reads
8 Comments
Peck Street
Sirens swelling
They suck the tips of glass dicks and exhale lies
In psuedo dark flames flicker like fireflies
Wishing the holes in the blanket hung over the frosted windows were holes in my head
Hand and knee reflections in the carpet of children and fiends crawling through neglect and the copper strands of a cruel temptresses hair
Woven and embedded in the static
The man in the leather jacket reeks like sexual assault and murder
Skin crawls where his four eyes fall
Stomach acids melt ice in the toilet bowl
Breath hangs in the air like...
They suck the tips of glass dicks and exhale lies
In psuedo dark flames flicker like fireflies
Wishing the holes in the blanket hung over the frosted windows were holes in my head
Hand and knee reflections in the carpet of children and fiends crawling through neglect and the copper strands of a cruel temptresses hair
Woven and embedded in the static
The man in the leather jacket reeks like sexual assault and murder
Skin crawls where his four eyes fall
Stomach acids melt ice in the toilet bowl
Breath hangs in the air like...
#dark
#city
#drugs
#addiction
#despair
648 reads
11 Comments
Somewhere Below the Poverty Line
Alleyways dart and intersect the city like throbbing veins pulsating with poison
Racial tensions in the city are as high as the humidity tonight
She leads me up the block and into her place
I am assaulted with the stench of cat piss and ashtrays
Depraved porn playing on a muted TV
I watch her struggle to find a vein as her pimp takes a blast from his stem outside the bathroom door
He hears the bottle of pills rattling in my pocket like the animalistic thoughts rattling in my head
He’s thinking robbery
Up until I came inside her you did not cross my mind...
Racial tensions in the city are as high as the humidity tonight
She leads me up the block and into her place
I am assaulted with the stench of cat piss and ashtrays
Depraved porn playing on a muted TV
I watch her struggle to find a vein as her pimp takes a blast from his stem outside the bathroom door
He hears the bottle of pills rattling in my pocket like the animalistic thoughts rattling in my head
He’s thinking robbery
Up until I came inside her you did not cross my mind...
#relationships
657 reads
11 Comments
Watching Dreams Dissolve
Bask in Filth
Behind eyelids
Name your price
Betray senses
Scarred for life
Charred remains
Awoke dead
Left in the blaze
Milk my soul
None to give
When you’re gone
Can’t seem to live
Years disappear
Beneath my skin
Blow out my brains
Won’t let you in
Behind eyelids
Name your price
Betray senses
Scarred for life
Charred remains
Awoke dead
Left in the blaze
Milk my soul
None to give
When you’re gone
Can’t seem to live
Years disappear
Beneath my skin
Blow out my brains
Won’t let you in
#drugs
#heroin
754 reads
4 Comments
The Intimacy of a Knife
The way you trace the outline of my mouth with your tongue
Is not unlike
The intimacy of a knife
A clogged rig full of blood
Lying next to a butcher knife on the bathroom sink
As intimate as the bruises left by another August
I remember hollow voices like threats whispered through an old tin can
You weren’t even thought of yet
You were as real as the voices
Is not unlike
The intimacy of a knife
A clogged rig full of blood
Lying next to a butcher knife on the bathroom sink
As intimate as the bruises left by another August
I remember hollow voices like threats whispered through an old tin can
You weren’t even thought of yet
You were as real as the voices
#love
#lust
#erotic
#drugs
#MentalHealth
564 reads
5 Comments
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